Catching the Pass (Football Fantasies) (4 page)

Chapter Six

Jennings watched Maggie head for the door.  He also noticed all the male attention she was getting as she passed, as well.  She was gorgeous, so of course the men there would look.  But he couldn’t stop a single word from repeating in his head as he glared at her retreating back.

Mine.

Instead of following her, he took a drink.  As he lowered his bottle, he caught the sneer his sister was throwing his way. 

“What?” he asked, shrugging.

“Go after her!” Taylor cried over the noise.

They needed space after the near kiss.  If he went outside, he was going to have his hands all over her and that couldn’t happen.  Plus, he needed to know what he was missing with the looks of pity his sister was throwing Maggie’s way.  There was a story there.  Maggie seemed like an open book, but apparently there was a secret she was holding back.

“Go.  After.  Her!”

Jennings glared at his sister, who only glared right back.  He sighed and lowered his bottle before heading outside.  As he weaved through the crowd, he repeated all the reasons why he shouldn’t have come out tonight and why he shouldn’t lay one finger on Maggie.

It took him a moment to adjust his vision to the darkened outside of the bar.  He took in the parking lot, looking for Maggie, but couldn’t find her.  A sense of panic struck him in the chest.  He walked quickly to the opposite side of the exterior and found her leaning up against the side of the building.  It was very dark and very secluded, and she had no business standing there alone at night—especially looking that good in that dress.

Jennings stepped close to her, too close, but he couldn’t help himself.  He was directly in front of her, inches from touching.  “Are you okay?” he asked.  He wasn’t okay.  Nowhere near okay.

Maggie took in a deep breath.  “I just needed air.  I’ll be back in a moment.”

He wasn’t leaving her alone out there.  “I’ll wait.”

“No.  Go back in and talk to your sister and friend.  I’ll be back inside.”

“I won’t go in without you,” he answered.  There was no way he was leaving her unprotected and unescorted in a dark corner outside the bar, and she was nuts if she thought he would.

“I need a moment alone,” she answered.

“No.”

“Damn it, Jennings, I came here to get away from
you
.”

The words struck him in the chest.  “Why did you need to get away from me?” he asked.

Maggie brushed past him.  “Never mind.”

Jennings reached out and grasped her arm, spinning her around to face him.  “No, the woman with the smart-assed mouth who talks too much doesn’t get to conveniently throw a
never mind
around.  Why did you need to get away from me?”

Maggie stared up at him, her face in shadow.  He couldn’t see her reaction, but her shoulders eventually dropped, as if she’d relented. 

“I’m trying my damnedest to keep this relationship professional, Jennings, so please stop this before it goes somewhere it shouldn’t.”

Jennings startled at the comment, drawing in a ragged breath.  She felt the attraction, too?  Had he been fighting it so hard that he’d ignored her reaction to him?

Suddenly, none of that seemed to matter.  They were in the middle of a moment they couldn’t walk away from.  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her with all the fury he’d felt in his bones from the moment he’d laid eyes on her.

At first, she seemed stunned. Her body tightened and he feared she was going to fight him.  But then she slowly turned liquid in his grip, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck as he drank greedily from her lips.  The kiss was hot from first contact, but when her hunger became apparent, it turned into something explosive.  He was sure they’d melt the siding off the building if it went much further.

He pushed her against the wall, pinning her so he could rub his hard body into her soft places. 

And he was so hard for her. 

His cock ached for her heat.  Jennings trailed a hand up from her hip to the underside of her breast, testing the weight of the globe on the back of his hand before growing bolder and holding the fullness in his palm.  Maggie wore no bra.  Her nipple was rock hard and pressed against his palm as he squeezed the ripe flesh.

A moan escaped her lips as his mouth traveled down her throat and to her shoulder.  She tasted of vanilla and something else he couldn’t define.  It only made him hungry to sample other places on her body, secret parts she hid from everyone else.  He lifted her slightly so he could suckle her nipple through the thin fabric of the dress she wore. 

Her back arched and she fed him her nipple, silently demanding more.  Maggie wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer to the heaven between her legs.  He could feel the fire at her core through his clothing and wanted there to be nothing between them so he could sink inside her depths.

Voices sounded and the noise from inside of the bar wafted their way when someone opened the front door.  It gave Jennings pause.  He wouldn’t take her up against a wall like a harlot for everyone to see. 

He drew away slightly and pushed her legs from around her waist.

Maggie hastily tugged her dress back down over her hips and then turned in his arms, trying to escape him.

Jennings dragged her back against his front and lowered his lips to the back of her neck.  “Not like this, Maggie.  I won’t take you outside for anyone to see.”

“We shouldn’t …”

“We will.  It’s started, and there’s no going back now,” he whispered against her ear.  “I’m taking you home and to my bed.  Trust me on that.”

Maggie shivered in his arms, although it really wasn’t cold.  When she leaned back against him, it was almost as if she was silently relenting, surrendering to his wishes.

He closed his eyes to the raw need running though his veins and tried to gain a measure of control before he took her home. 

* * * *

Maggie sat beside Jennings in his pickup and found it almost impossible to be still.  The Neanderthal declaration he’d made moments before should’ve infuriated her.  Instead, it had heated her blood and caused her pussy to throb, demanding his touch.  Wetness eased from her folds, dampening her panties.  She could smell her cream and wondered if he could, too.  

The air was thick with lust.  Neither of them had said a word since they’d left the parking lot.  Jennings had sped away quickly, tossing up stones as he’d pressed on the gas.  Even now he was speeding, but not recklessly.  Had he gone slow, she would’ve demanded he drive faster. 

Maggie yearned for his touch.  Knowing it was a mistake and that she shouldn’t travel down this road, she wanted him too much to say no.

He cast a glance her way, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent.  Maggie shuddered, unsure if she’d make it back to his house in one piece.  Her fingers wanted to move between her leg and relieve the ache he’d started within her, but she knew a few strokes would do her in and her passion was his to claim.

As soon as Jennings threw the truck into park before his house, he turned to stare at her.  The moon cast illumination over his handsome face, the shadows falling in relief over his features.  She couldn’t see his eyes, but she felt the heat of his stare.  And it was on fire.

She tilted her head back slightly and parted her lips, struggling to get enough air in her lungs.  The cab of the truck was too hot.  She needed to cool off.  Naked.  In his bed.

“Stay there,” he said, his voice deep.

He got out and she watched him round to the other side of the truck and open her door.  As soon as the chill night air glided over her skin, she shivered.  He extended his hands and grasped her about the waist, hauling her from the seat and standing her in front of him.  Jennings was so strong, stronger than he looked.  He was a bull, able to lift incredible weights when they trained.  Once her feet hit the ground, he released her and took a half step back.

Standing before him, she felt raw.  The need she felt threatened to consume her whole and only his touch would save her sanity.  Her heart beat loudly in her ears as she stared up at his imposing figure.  The giant of a man would have her tonight, and she would submit to the need he’d nurtured within her.

Jennings grabbed one of her hands and pressed her palm against his chest.  His heart beat as rapidly as her own.  Knowing he was as affected as she was calmed her somehow.  He inched closer to her again, and leaned down to kiss her.

This kiss was a little gentler than the last.  He teased her lips with short, chaste kisses before pressing his tongue just inside her parted mouth and licking her upper lip.  She opened for him, and with the next kiss, he speared her mouth, pressing his tongue deeper inside to taste her.

Jennings drew her forward and she heard the tinny sound of the door close behind her.  The noise echoed in the quiet of the night.  He began leading her closer to the door.  She nearly tripped on the stairs in her singular focus, but he was there to catch her and pull her close. 

Maggie wasn’t sure how they got to the door.  Neither of them had come up for air long enough to navigate the steps, but they’d done it somehow.  Luckily Jennings seemed to know what he was doing, because she was lost in what he was doing to her.

Jennings opened the front door and pushed them both inside, nearly toppling them to the floor.  He caught her and lifted her into his muscular arms, then carried her into the living room.  Once there, he sat on the couch and lowered her into his lap.

He was hot and hard for her, his cock pressing into her ass through the layers of clothing they still wore.  She wiggled in his lap, tempting him further and rubbing her aching flesh against him as he kissed her into oblivion.  His hands wound into her hair, pulling it slightly as he drew her closer.  Jennings feasted on her lips like a starving man, and she returned the kisses with the same ardor.

Maggie drew her dress up her hips and let it pool around her waist.  She needed to feel his touch on her skin.  Jennings lifted the garment the rest of the way and pulled it over her head.  He broke the kiss, leaning back to look at her breasts.  His face was so serious—as serious as he ever was—and he looked at her thoughtfully before lifting his palms to barely graze across her nipples.  It wasn’t enough touch and Maggie leaned into his hands.  Jennings squeezed her breasts, cupping the small weights in his hand, before rubbing his calloused thumbs over the beaded tips.

Bringing his head down, he captured one peak with his lips, sucking it in deep.  Her back bowed, pressing the flesh closer to his greedy mouth.  She moaned, as the feel of him on her breast made her ache elsewhere, the throbbing need for him to fill her increasing tenfold with each dragging pull.

He leaned back, then gave her other breast the same attention as his fingers trailed like fire over her heated skin.  The abandoned nipple pulsated with each beat of her heart, the skin raw from his suckle.  She’d become one raw nerve ending, each caress he gave her making her shiver and hiss.  Jennings touched her everywhere his fingers would reach, ignoring the one spot she needed his caress the most. 

Maggie turned in his lap, riding the hard cock that was still covered in too much clothing.  The tip pressed against her clit, making a moan slip from her throat.  She needed him inside her, spearing her and stretching her open with his girth. 

Her fingers rushed to undo his shirt, making him as bare as she was.  She opened the fabric wide as he lowered his hands to let her explore.  Maggie leaned in and kissed his chest, tasting him as he had her.  She trailed her starving mouth from one flat nipple to the other, loving the masculine taste of his skin.

Jennings’ hands lowered to grip her hip and tangle in the thin band of her underwear.  In a flash, they were ripped from her body and deposited on the couch.  She shuddered.  The show of strength would normally have pissed her off, but in Jennings, it only heightened her need.  It was another crack of his wall falling around them.  His need was her need.

As she kissed his neck and shoulder, he slipped a finger along her labia.  She was so wet and ready for him, his fingertips slipped easily through her folds.  He opened her slightly and pressed a thumb against her clit. 

Maggie moaned loudly at the contact, rolling her hips to make his touch firmer.  He’d taken too long to touch the core of her and she was needful.  Jennings moved his thumb in lazy circles, and she lost the ability to think.

Suddenly she was on her back, with Jennings moving down her body.  He stopped when he was between her legs, his lips nipping along her inner thighs. 

“Jennings…” she whispered.

“What, baby?”

The name registered somewhere deep inside, but in the moment, it was ignored.  She just needed him to touch her, taste her.

“I need …”

Jennings pressed his lips against her clit.  “I know.  I’m going to make it better, baby.”

He licked her slit, from the bottom of her entrance to her clit before sucking her nub into his mouth.  Teasing her with his wicked tongue, Jennings tempted the little pearl.  Maggie closed her eyes to the sensations he built, knowing she was moving closer and closer to the edge.  Her fingers spread through his short hair, tugging him closer to her clit.  He didn’t fight her.  Instead he drank from her and coaxed more of her cream to coat her pussy.